She is a Chonglou, a simple and unsophisticated woman.
She is a blood demon, a blood demon transformed from the soul of her beloved.
She is also a blood source, and the fate of an empire lies in the mystery of just one drop of her blood.
But she was just an ordinary person, a rice insect who had just broken up and traveled back to ancient times before she even had time to say she regretted it.
When encountering a bad person, resist with all your might. When he woke up from a coma, someone called him Young Master. What, I am actually a man? Fortunately, the layer of white cloth on the chest showed that the owner was just a woman pretending to be a man.
Then there is the same face and name, the sudden peerless medical skills, the jacaranda that melts into the body, the mysterious man in black that keeps entangled, and the lingering dream, in which he is injured to the point of being loved. Is that me? She asked murmuringly.
She is still the same girl, that simple girl who doesn't understand love.
Until Yu Chen, this cold man appeared. He took away everything from her, love, chastity and fantasy of life, and then left ruthlessly. He made her originally pure heart begin to shrink.
She could only escape into the arms of another man. This purple-eyed man gave her the most endless care, which gradually warmed her heart. But when he turned around, it was just a lie. All he wanted was her blood and that empire.
Hatred? Ridiculous? Blood? Tears?
On the cliff, she spilled all her blood. I want to end everything with one final leap.
Love? No more, no more.
This is the last sentence before closing eyes.